Trophy by Patti Beeton

Her breasts were exposed to the night wind, legs spread as he thrusts in and out not caring that he was ripping her apart. She had been dead for at least an hour, and the thought of screwing her when she could not fight back excited him.

He came quickly. Moving off her to catch his breath he gets an uneasy feeling, he hears breathing in the bushes behind him and yells out “who the fuck is there”, but gets no response. He turns back to look at his trophy, and smiles.

Feeling satisfied he zips his jeans and starts walking away, again hearing a shuffling sound behind him. He slowly turns and can see a shadow in the bushes, He now gets more angry thinking someone is trying to fuck with him.

“Come out here you pussy!!!” He stands for a moment and still nothing happens. As he turns around to continue his journey home he is struck in the throat, blood everywhere. He falls to the ground with a loud thump, gasping for air and trying to scream.

Someone is pulling his head up…and he is now looking into the eyes of his trophy, smiling down at him. “Life is such a bitch” she says as she tears him apart, “never fuck with the dead….you will just end up joining them!!!”